Part 1: The Night I Was Finally Needed

December 29, 2025 by ucef

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None of that mattered.

“I’ve got you,” I murmured. “You’re safe now. I’ve got you.”

The bathroom door creaked open behind me.

I turned quickly.

A man stood frozen in the doorway. A trucker. Tall. Broad-shouldered. His face was lined with exhaustion, dark circles under his eyes like he hadn’t slept properly in days.

His gaze dropped to the bundle in my arms.

“Is that… a baby?” he asked, his voice cracking.

“Yes,” I said firmly, adjusting the fabric around the boy. “He was behind the trash bin. I need you to call 911 right now. His body’s cold.”

The man didn’t ask questions. He stepped forward immediately, pulling off his jacket and handing it to me before dialing his phone. A name patch on his shirt read Tim.